The Sheikh's Christmas Maid (Shadid Sheikhs 1)

“It felt good,” she admitted softly.

“Oh, my habibti.” His arms circled her again, and he pulled her up against his body. “You are playing with fire.”

Turning her body, she stepped back in the stream of the water and faced him. “You wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t want you to do. As long as I tell you, no, you’ll control yourself.”

His eyes raked over her, and he cocked an eyebrow. “You sound so sure of yourself.”

“I am. You’re a rake and a playboy, and I have no doubt that you leave a string of broken hearts behind you. And I know that you’re a scoundrel who will do your best to seduce me, but until I say yes, I’m okay.”

“All true.”

“What if I do say, yes. Right here. Right now.” She had no idea where her courage sprang from, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold him off anymore. His glorious naked body was wet and hers for the taking and she wasn’t strong enough to keep saying no.

“No.”

The water seemed to grow colder, and she blinked. “What?”

“God knows that I want you. From the moment that I saw you, my thoughts have been consumed with you. But you’ve just been through something traumatic, and I’m not sure that you’re thinking clearly. I can’t take you like this.”

Poppy raised her eyebrows and stared pointedly at his impressive erection. “I’m not certain that’s true.”

Shaking his head, he grasped her and turned her around. “I won’t take you like this,” he whispered as he kissed her neck. “When you’re under me again, it’s not going to be because you’re scared and don’t want to be alone. When I slide inside you, it’ll be because you’re begging me to fuck you, and I’m the only thing on your mind.”

Poppy swallowed hard. “You sure know how to woo a girl. But I’m not saying yes because I don’t want to be alone. I’m saying yes because I’m wet and aching for your touch.”

“Really?” she heard the strain in his voice, and his hands finally moved. One hand splayed across her abdomen, and another one reached down to her heat. As a finger eased into her, Poppy couldn’t help but whimper. It felt so good to have someone holding her, touching her, caressing her.

“Habibti,” Samir breathed in her ear. “You are wet. And so very tight.”

Stroking her at a slow and even pace, he used his other hand to caress her right breast lightly. Despite the heat of the shower, her nipple tightened and puckered under his ministrations. Pleasure coursed through her body, and she pushed her ass against him, feeling his erection on her lower back.

“More?” he asked seductively in her ear. Nodding, she rolled her head to the side. As he pressed his lips to her slick skin, he eased another finger inside her.

God. If she felt like this just from his fingers, what would she do when it was his cock thrusting inside her?

“Harder?”

The pressure was mounting, and her body screamed for release. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she turned to putty under his capable hands. Terrified to voice her need, she could only once again nod.

“Your wish is my pleasure.” His fingers began to move deeper and harder. When her knees began to buckle under her, she hooked one arm around his neck, and he stopped playing with her nipple and anchored her with his arm. The heat was almost unbearable, and she felt her chest tighten. She was so close.

“Samir,” she panted through gritted teeth. “Samir, please. Stop playing with me. I need…”

“What? Tell me what you need, Poppy. Let me give it to you.”

His fingers moved slowly, and she whimpered. “No. Please. I need to come. Samir.”

“Yes.” His teeth sank in her shoulder, and his fingertip pressed against her tight bud of pleasure as he picked up the pace with his fingers. Crying out, she felt the intense orgasm wash through her, and she would have slid to the bottom of the tub had he not been holding her.

“Easy,” he murmured as he maneuvered around her. “I’ve got you.” Pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead, he eased her down until she was sitting on the edge. Turning off the water, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his lower half. Pulling her back up again, he rubbed a towel over her body. She still felt boneless, so she braced herself against the wall while he dried her. Feeling the afterglow of her orgasm, she sighed as he wrapped the towel around her and picked her up.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as she buried her face in the crook of his neck a second time. She rather liked being in his arms. Maybe she’d tell him that he had to carry her around everywhere.

When he did release her, she pooled into his mattress. It smelled like him. “I’m going to get your sheets wet,” she protested lightly, but he ignored her and pulled the coverlet over her.

“Rest, Poppy,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Drowsy, her eyes drifted shut. “Samir?”